Over The Break-Personal Narrative

Only one of my friends is in to hiking. The other, well they do not mind it, but they do not get out a lot. Same with me, I would love to, but it is very rare that I have a full day off, and have people who want to go with. That why I chose to do my practice journey during my March Break, and told my friends they had to do it with me. So during the Tuesday (one of the three days I had off work) I packed a hiking bag, picked them up, grabbed Pita Pit for lunch, and drove up the mountain.

It was a dark thursday night in April. The sky was clear enough to see the moon shining brightly along with many small circular diamonds. I’m in a dark blue Avalanche, being driven to a baseball diamond. I play for the MIlwaukee Brewers on a little league level. It’s my last game of the season, and I can’t wait for the umpire to say the words “Play Ball” (which states that the game has begun).

I agree with you in your response to question three. The situation went on way too long. After the janitor was told not to come by the room and he then did it again, I would have called him in and issued a written reprimand for his personnel file.

“Play ball.” Says the umpire as the Senior Rams take the field and the Hempstead Mustangs were getting ready to bat. This was it. This was our final chance to make all of our hard work pay off, and achieve the one main goal we all had in mind, state.

This week has been one of hardest weeks I have had to endure since the break of Jeffery and I. I have not been able to focus on absolutely anything. My children do not notice that I am going through this pain, at least I don’t think that they have noticed. I am in church praying and hoping that God will make a way for me soon, but as of right now, I am wearing an artificial smile on my face to hind the grief I am subdued to everyday.

Hi guys! This past weekend we were graced with a much needed fall break. After a few weeks of constant studying, it was nice to have a four day weekend to sit back and relax. After my two tests on Friday I drove seven hours to meet my dad and my girlfriend's dad in Pittsfield Illinois for a few day hunting trip at a lease that my dad has. It was a long drive, but it was worth it when I arrived to a 16oz prime rib at one of my favorite restaurants, the Red Dome. Unfortunately the corn and soybeans had not yet been cut around our farm so we did not see as many deer as usual, but we still had fun and relaxed for a few days.

During the Memorial Day Weekend, my family decided to go on a church trip to the Niagara Falls. I kind of wanted to go, but my mom insisted that I should stay home with my grandparents to practice piano for my upcoming competition. In the end, she left the decision to me.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

The first line of my collage is all softball pictures. There is one of me fielding a ball when

The couch was in the kitchen. Situated on the displaced piece of furniture, I heard news that transformed my existence; although I do not recall the exact words my parents formed to tell or console me, ultimately: I was eight years old, and my friend, Mikey Stiltner, was gone. Protective, racecar-loving, exuberant, Mikey Stiltner.

This is Prop Hunt! It's in the workshop and is available for Garry's Mod on Steam. This game is hilarious to play with a group of friends. I suck at hiding. Really, I do. I ma god awful. I seem to suck at everything these days. Except for sucking. I'm great at that. Wow, you're sick. I know what you're thinking. That's not how I meant it. JUST WATCH THE VIDEO, YOU FREAK!

Anthony was giving Brendan and I a hard time about his breaks. Every time we would give him a 15 minute break, he didn't want to take it. He kept on asking me when I was planning on giving him his lunch. I didn’t give him a time because last time I did that he argued with me, when I give it to him at a different time than I told him. I tried to give him his lunch 8 pm. He was mad and didn’t want to take it. He said he needs time to order food. I sent him to Gladys because he wasn’t listening to me. Unfortunately, she made me give him another call so he could order food. I disagreed but I still did it.

Breakups are hard, to say the least. It’s a similar idea to being addicted to some sort of drug and going through withdraw. Well, that would be in the most extreme of cases, anyways. Many people deal with breakups in different ways. What is generally expected would be a lot of crying and maybe some anger mixed in. Some people are calm about it, to the point of it showing no effect to them. Usually, I would see myself being the calm person, yet I find myself in my ex’s closet, looking out on an empty room in an attempt to see whatever he could be doing.

On Monday I woke up, got ready for school, walked out the door, realised that I didn’t have school, walked back inside, and quietly went back to bed. This happened to me two more times before I got used to sleeping in. The sleeping part was by far my favorite I think my break was slow because I slept, Watched Netflix, and watched Youtube.

From the first time it never got easier. There were still times when my dad would walk in on me crying. Everyone has a heart break in their life. Mine just so happened to be the one I thought would never leave, and the one I had planned my future with. July 16th, 2016 was the first day Brandon came to hangout with me, and the day i knew would change everything for me. Honestly, there was no other excitement in the world that could top the way my heart raced that day. He pulled up to the driveway in a black dodge megacab. Not knowing what how the night would play out I quietly jumped in the truck and we started a very basic conversation and surprisingly we both couldn't stop smiling. We headed to champaign to go to the car demolition since his family was running in it. That night after the demo’s we went to his house and he had talked me into sitting down right beside him so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and of course i said yes. Looking back now I should’ve said no.